Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Organ,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.